I'd often said I'm sure that I'm
the kind who can, without help, rhyme,
and said I thought it was a crime
of poets who were worse than slime,
whose verses were not worth a dime,
to use a crutch to help them chime.
But one day, sipping gin and lime
in a sleezy bar in Anaheim
(where I had gone for sunny clime)
I met a most convincing mime
who showed me poets in their prime
use rhyming dictionaries all the time.
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